I am Tuesday's child,
born on an August morning.
Of Gillman and Poole,
part him, part her,
blended with strong features,
stubbornness, insecurity and worries.
Always trying to disguise the heart
I wear on my sleeve.
On the cusp, off the cuff,
somewhere between Venus and Mars,
Grounded, yet spontaneous.
The Scottie hoping to pass Boardwalk,
which someone else always owns.
mysterious, unique, charming
and sometimes smiling.
Forever in search of
my freckles heredity.
Cherokee and Creek
shamrocks and potato farmers.
Born of the earth and fire
left to mingle with the dust
of my forefathers
Dixiedaisy's poetry is outstanding. She wrote such a creative poem upon Thanksgiving holiday this week and she dove into this piece with elegance. She has such an elegant style that is woven within each line and her love and respect for her family can be felt throughout this entire poem. well done!
It is a layer cake you offer here. With the first stanza you begin the delicacy by portraying your first and foremost influences. It seems you inherited a great sensitivity from them, yet you are not prepared to expose it to the world - perhaps you perceive it as a weak spot, a vulnerability.
Next stanza appears to flesh out who you are, but in terms of Poole and Gilman (Venus and Mars). The opposing forces that propel you must have come from each of them.
In the third stanza you come into your own, your Mona Lisa avatar who seeks the inner meaning of her heredity.
Finally we see that regardless of which side you look, you are "grounded" in the soil of your forebears. The potato farmers and the forest protectors, all come together to give you your "self."